Ruled rays push through
the shade and shades of home,
painting with geometric shapes
shards of divided sun.
With lines like verses
and basins to dip in,
the light decorates and divides
and invites me to play.
We slip through prisms
between colors alongside none,
finding shining members of my mind
that broke through heavy shadows.
By this morning
there are no limits on shape or play,
as dark edges of fears and feelings
give way to dancing rays.
Sep 1, 2023
Sep 1, 2023 at 11:49 AM UTC
As the storm sets in,
the deep scales
of ocean clouds
shimmer faces and
mystical life.
As the waved wind
tickles my face,
sounds play off my ear,
but bow to the breaks
of thunder.
Yet dim glows of lanterns
reflect from my eyes,
warming the storm’s uncertainty,
welcoming the life of rain.
It is familiar.
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 8:49 PM UTC
i am at peace
in the petals of a lily,
the violet-stained sheets
comforting my uncertainty.
the flower grows
through dependence and effort -
the heart’s pain and wreckage,
my pain in blooming.
my neck is strong,
Stern and firm
that bends with dedication
to honest beings
I am.
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 1:41 AM UTC
Empty words -
That’s what it is.
An answer
To something more concrete than a dream,
More true than a hope.
Not empty, -
Void of meaning.
Full instead -
Overbrimming with potential
A hook to reality.
Those are the words
Of my mind -
Rigid and tense,
Controlling, compelling,
Raw and imperfect.
But they are empty
And they are me.
Acceptance is love,
As it is pride.
To love me
Is not to pick and choose
But to be and
Believe.
Embrace.
Accept.
I feel my pain, I live it,
I am it.
Here I am.
I am also more.
Empty words,
Full with life.
An answer.
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
why is the star so bright
when darkness is at its finest?
the sky embodies
and envelops
the perception of the wind
ever strong
ever passionate in force
the stillness is loud
the sound is still
and stargazing is
eternal
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC
it's poetic, i think, how the
burning of cigarettes
creates a subtle glow at nightfall.
every inhale, the light burns brighter.
a smoker will
hold
the smoke for a second or two and then
release it to the sky.
habitual and addictive, just so, is
living yesterday when today is
bleak,
self-inebriation by clinging to things that once made you happy
instead of
releasing
and taking a new breath.
it's just a subtle glow,
on and
off,
beautiful, but not meant to last.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
they told me
it would be too late
to see the midnight stars
and they told me
not to wait because
the stars would never change
and they shamed me
when i did not budge
but sat with my friend Hope
yet now i am grown
and perhaps i should tell them
that at midnight
the stars proved them wrong
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
this coffee stain is the leftover
of an accident
perhaps
of the moment
i fell in love
with a girl i didn't know
and not
the coffee i spilled
standing up
to tell her i love her
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
wake up, my dear friend,
lift your eyes to the sun,
because i know you've been sleeping
in heartbreak.
i'll tell you, my dear friend,
that the kisses you want,
and the heart that you need,
hide right behind the shades
of your darkened room.
i promise, my dear friend,
darkness does you no good,
for who, in the dark, will you see,
but not, in the warmth of the sun?
how can you say, my dear old friend,
"all i love is now gone"?
rip down your shades!
right there in the sky!
my friend, he sees what you see!
it's the dear old sun.
so much can travel, i'll tell you right now,
in the raging, sweltering, heat of the sun,
these rays are not weak, no, they'll reach you indeed,
for this weather was sent with love,
by the man that you need.
what distance do you speak of, my friend,
how can you still cry,
if the man you think gone,
is right outside?
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC